Your fault

Zanya looked down at him as her hand held him while guiding him into her. Her heart was thumping hard as their eyes met, both feeling the touch of softness against hardness. 

He stared back at her, and she could see insane lust and anticipation that were swirling and darkened his purple eyes that were shining like an amethyst. Just the intensity alone in them already made Zanya's body shiver in anticipation, feeling utterly seduced by him. She knew vampires do not have magic, they do not practice spells either and yet, she still felt spellbound every time she looked deep into those unusual purple orbs. Was it because of the colour of his eyes? Was there something about those eyes that could draw her in so deeply?